I'm 'on holiday' in Cheshire at my brother's place while he's away on holiday somewhere else.

It's the kind of place you can leave your keys hidden under a plant pot right next to your front door for a week without the slightest concern.

(As just happened).

Voted Labour for the first time in a long while at the last election though so I'm no longer in enemy territory.

It's basically a housing estate built by ICI in the Thirties, a bit of it (this bit) is quite posh with elaborate garden showing off but the rest is mixed. There's at least three Booze Busters within walking distance and a local club I won't go in ever again after my last experience there.

Anyway I went out walking today and there's not much to see in Cheshire, it's flat and boring, but I did come across a wild honey bee nest in a dead tree and managed to take a couple of pictures before remembering why beekeepers wear those suits.

I got chased by a bull today while endeavouring to walk a stretch of the Delamere Way.

It was an English Longhorn and it looked like this.

He stomped the ground in front of him bellowing at me and then charged. I ran like fuck towards the nearest gate and jumped over to find he had charged about halfway then stopped and was still bellowing at me. I didn't blame him, he was protecting his genetic legacy from all and sundry. I blame the cunting farmer who left a bull left in a field that had signposts and a path from whatever branch of Cheshire council saying go this way.

Anyway, sorry about the stock Wikipedia picture but I was a bit shaken up at the time and forgot to take his photo.